|NATIONAL PARKS QUICKLINKS|
We began our journey about a half mile west of the overlook on the main highway in Rocky Mountain National Park. About five of us were dropped off on the side of the road. From there we descended down about 3,000 ft or more down the mountain so steep the bottom of your pack rubbed the ground as you went. Our destination... Somewhere on the little Thompson River. Going down was a combination of sliding and scrambling. I will say that it didn't take very long to get to the bottom, glad we survived. Once we were there we enjoyed a dense forest with wildlife that didn't seem to worried about humans. We spent most all of our time fishing, which turned out great, but the martins, little ferret type creatures seemed to steal everything you landed. That was kind of fun in itself. There really wasn't much scenery to be had as this is deep in a canyon. It was great for what it was. The climb out was torturous. You were mostly using all fours to get out. I don't remember how long it took, but I remember it was a very long time. At one point it started to thunder and lightning, which was scary. The thunder scared a herd of elk down from above. They thundered there way down just a few yards from us. It just so happened that were we came up was the overlook itself. First thing we did was kiss the ground, thankful to be done hiking. Boy I'll tell ya... People were really interested in these people (us) that were climbing out of the canyon. Some folks shot pictures of us, others asked question, but everyone was in amazement. All-in-all, this was a very tough , but rewarding trip I will never forget.